Christmas preparations at the Rose and Crown started in February this year (yes, really!) when we received our first table reservation for Christmas Day. Slowly, more enquiries and bookings trickled in and in August we realised we had better get a menu together! The business side of Christmas pays for the family side of Christmas and this is what we are often asked about during December – how do we celebrate Christmas when we are working throughout it?
The boys, now 12, 10 and 4, started thinking about Christmas in when they returned to school after half term and the school preparations for nativities, plays and concerts began in earnest. Our youngest, James, has been practising very hard for his role as an innkeeper (typecasting?) by shouting “No!” at every given opportunity. “I’m practising for my play, Mummy!” This is wearing thin. However, I’m hoping it will provide less room for public humiliation than a few years previously: his older brother at the same age was excitingly cast as Joseph. As the other children sat looking angelic, heads bowed towards the baby Jesus, Charlie-Joseph raised his crook, aimed, and fired with a resounding ‘pow!’ as he shot his gun-crook at the plastic infant in the manger. He was relegated to a camel the following year.
The Mayfield Christmas Tree Festival has brought Christmas preparations at home forward as we have been busy making decorations for the tree. We have had quite the production line going! November is usually the quietest month in the pub so I have had plenty of time to do ‘Mummy’ things with the boys which we have all enjoyed (even our almost-teenager although he is far too cool to admit it!).
December is the month which sees the boys go feral! As they get older it is becoming easier to manage bedtimes and working in the pub although we do occasionally still get a pyjama-clad night-time visitor in the bar. This usually causes some amusement to the customers but is less amusing to said child’s mother when she is trying to find a table for the party of 10 that have booked in Sussex (yes, there is a Rose and Crown in Mayfield, Sussex) and we are full here to the rafters! This has happened on more than one occasion and we do sometimes suffer conversely when people book with us but don’t show. I’m sure the Sussex pub has the same problems! Christmas time is very much all hands on deck as we clad the beams with red and gold baubles (several hundred of them, literally!) and negotiate ourselves through somewhere in the region of 1000 turkey dinners.
We watch the weather avidly, desperately willing that any snow forecast will fall on a Sunday evening or a Monday in order to avoid cancellations – large parties who are unable to make it can be a costly affair. Another common problem is the journey home. Fortunately most of our customers are fairly local and well-aware of the unlikelihood of getting a taxi home unless it’s pre-booked. We did chuckle when one guest from the city asked for the WiFi code so that he could download Uber in order to book his cab back!
Christmas itself is spread out for us. On Christmas Eve the children come into the pub to choose what they think Father Christmas might like with his mince pies. It is occasionally a case of round the optics! If the boys can’t agree, we are quite happy to let them choose a drink each. Drink driving laws don’t apply to Santa! Once the children are in bed, I spend much of the evening wrapping up mince pies for our Christmas Day guests. We offer coffee and home-made mince pies at the end of Christmas lunch but find that many of our diners prefer to take them home. Having them pre-wrapped makes it a whole lot easier to send them home on the day (the pies, not the diners, of course!).
As soon as the children are awake, they open their stockings and after the oohs and aahs of excitement about their contents Danny and I are back in the pub and preparing for the day ahead. The majority of our Christmas Day customers are regular diners who we have good relationships with so it’s actually a lovely social day for me front of house. Danny gets the raw end of the deal at the hot plate! For the last two or three years various members of my family have stayed with us and looked after the children but beyond the stockings in the morning there is little ‘traditional Christmas’ occurring.
We celebrate our Christmas on the 27th when we close for 3 days. At this point the boys’ excitement is at fever pitch, their friends posting pictures of parties and presents on social media (the boys are more interested in the presents than the parties) whilst theirs are still wrapped tantalisingly beneath the tree. Any chocolate bauble that may have adorned the branches is long-since gone, instead they are decorated with bald golden threads and the gifts below are cloaked in remnants of gaudy foil. I try and instil an old family tradition from when I was growing up where the presents are handed out one at a time by the youngest child in the family that can read but the practice is not as effective as the theory; consumerism has consumed my boys and despite our best efforts we are usually so tired from working throughout December that by this point we just let them get on with it, consoling ourselves with the knowledge that they are having a lovely time and they’ll coo appropriately over each others’ gifts later in the day! We have a lazy breakfast and a late lunch, usually with Danny’s Mum who comes to join us. Danny cooks this – I have offered but he says it’ll be far quicker and easier for him to just get and do it. I’m not going to argue! We usually have Beef Wellington – by the 27th December we have well and truly seen enough turkey. I insist on Christmas pudding (despite the fact that nobody likes it), but lighting it with brandy is one of my childhood traditions that I’m unwilling to forego. Crackers, party hats and poor jokes are a given. Some of these are still churned out by little James several months later!
I often wonder whether the boys feel hard-done-by as they miss out on a ‘traditional’ Christmas. However, for them, our Christmas is their tradition – they don’t know anything else. Everybody’s Christmas is unique with their own quirks and customs. This is ours. It works and we enjoy it.